All Things Are Thine

All things are Thine: no gift have we,

Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee;

And hence with grateful heart to-day,

Thine own before Thy feet we lay

Thy will was in the builder's thought;

Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;

Through mortal motive, scheme, and plan,

Thy wise eternal purpose ran.

In weakness and in want we call

On Thee for whom the heavens are small;

Thy glory is Thy children's good,

Thy joy Thy tender Fatherhood.

O Father! deign these walls to bless

Fill with Thy love their emptiness,

And let their door a gateway be

To lead us from ourselves to Thee!